Fossil Fever

	Journeying through the dense underbrush of the jungle, thick vines punctuated the overwhelming canopy above, trailing down to the plethora of unique vegetation vying for the limited muddy soil. Even under the muggy heat and abundant bug types flitting through the area, Carter’s enthusiasm was unwavering. As an archaeologist, he spent most of his days uncovering and preserving the wide array of fossils the world had to offer. That’s why when rumors surfaced of a small contingency of unextinct pokémon in the most remote stretches of the wilds, he couldn’t resist the call. His colleagues thought he was mad to follow the stories, but the young researcher knew the potential knowledge it could provide would be astounding. It may be possible to revive ancient fossils, but their behavior was entirely based on their new surroundings. A still living group could retain the ancient manners and traditions of their species without outside influences, something that could only be speculated by researchers before. The blurry photos of the thictighs poking from the bushes wasn’t much to work off of, even dismissed by some as just a strangely shaped rock, but Carter was convinced. He even had a rough location to investigate from the stories of the raving photographer, who only discovered the potential fossil after reviewing his photo reel.
	Bending around yet another moss covered trunk, Carter tried to peer through the thick veil of greenery. If his GPS was right, he was around the region in question. Could he really discover a still existing branch of ancient pokémon? As excited as he was however, the body of a researcher accustomed to lab work had its limitations, so he needed to collect himself before wriggling through more of the unrelenting foliage. Leaning against a scraggly sapling. His glasses were perpetually fogging up in the humid atmosphere and his legs strained from hiking so far. Still, he had to investigate this lead. Scarcely cooling himself off with a wave of his hand, he took in his environment. Witnessing the abundant flora surrounding him and enveloping every inch of his sight, he felt out of his depth. “Sometimes I wish I was a botanist,” thought Carter, “I have no idea what any of these plants are out here.” A couple of tiny bright orange flowers here, a strange growth resembling a succulent there. Even the vines above were foreign to him. Shaking in the wind, they drifted over the top of his head and rustled his hair. Pushing the rogue tendrils away, Carter realized something. There wasn’t even a breeze this deep in the thick jungle…
	Looking up, Carter spotted a large carnivine diving down from the web of branches overhead. With the vines already ensnaring him, he began to regret not renting a pokémon to bring along. He didn’t think protection would be necessary for purely observational research. Even without pokémon, he had to do something. Pulling against his restraints, he found the effort useless, unable to pull hard enough against the living vines. Incapable of moving, he looked up to see the venus flytrap mouth drawing closer to his head. The large sharp teeth lining its maw inched ever closer. He knew this area could be dangerous, but the last thing he expected to catch him was an overgrown plant. Closing his eyes as his captor leaned closer, he braced for the inevitable crunch. The loud sound came as expected, but after a moment of hesitation, he realized he felt no pain. In fact, he could feel his restraints loosen their tight clutches around him. Cracking open an eye, he spotted a large blue shape in front of his face rather than the hungry carnivine. The intercepting limb had pushed itself comically far into the assailing plant’s forehead, rendering it unconscious. Feeling the grasp weaken enough to fail in supporting his weight, but not enough to free his limbs, Carter fell awkwardly to the ground. Sprawling roots and scrubby ferns caught him as he rolled inelegantly from his binds. A bit dizzy and uncertain if the danger had even fully passed, Carter craned his neck towards the new visitor.
	Unusually bright white against the yellow green blanket of leaves above him, Carter tried to gauge the intimidating figure above him. Possibly doing the same thing, he watched a blue helmet bend down closer to him. With eyes obscured by the headwear, the intentions were difficult for him to make out, perhaps curiosity? Feeling panic once again well up inside his chest, he noticed a little smirk on the ivory face above him. What was this thing? Eyes drifting from the obscured face, he noticed the blue legwear barely constraining the milky thighs flaring out to each side. Even disoriented, he could recognize those unimaginable hips from his research. There wasn’t just a thictighs living out here, but an evolved savelives! Though… this wasn’t the right color. Normally they were the color of clay fringed in red, not porcelain white with blue details. “Maybe it’s a regional variant… or uh a natural change over time…” Deep in thought he had another idea, “Or maybe, it’s a shiny! Never before has a shiny fossil of this pokémon been revived, this is a twofold discovery, once in a lifetime!” Still ruminating on the implications of this discovery, he faintly registered being lifted from the ground. Shaken out of his stupor, Carter looked around to realize he was hovering above the forest floor. Trying to move his arms, he realized he was yet again bound, only this time by a large arm hoisting him on the back of his recent savior. “Hey, let me go!” he shouted, still able to wriggle his legs somewhat. In response however, all he got was a turn of the feminine fossil’s head and an unbefittingly light giggle. “Oh Arceus, what have I gotten myself into?”
	With any struggles rendered useless under the bulky arm keeping him firmly in place, Carter could only follow his original plan and observe the curious specimen carrying him. It wasn’t at all how he hoped on conducting his research, but he’d be damned before wasting this opportunity. Ignoring his environment, he instead focused on the brute holding him. Of immediate note was the strange material composing his captor, while it looked like hardened brick, it felt considerably softer. A detail he hadn’t found in his papers. As a testament to his observation, he could see the relatively small bust of his captor sway from the motion of navigating the foliage. It was definitely female. In fact, he recalled modern scientists speculating they were an entirely female species. Looking behind him now, he caught the rhythmic jiggle of the two gargantuan pale moons underneath him. Every step sent the unrestrained orbs shaking, it was almost hypnotic. Taking in the spectacle, he faintly registered his movement coming to a halt. Looking around, he couldn’t figure why she had stopped. “Are you going to let me go?” he asked, fully aware he wouldn’t receive an answer. Instead however, he heard a dainty grunt followed by the sound of a large balloon deflating. Unsure what was happening, he caught the motion of her bountiful cheeks quaking as if caught in an earthquake. Feeling a somehow hotter, and even more humid breeze fog his glasses he unconsciously took a deep breath. This ended up being a horrible mistake, as a miasma reeking of rotten fruit invaded his lungs, the air so foul he could taste the spoiled produce. Sent into a coughing fit, the researcher hardly noticed when the ass-rippling release putter to an end, followed by a relieved sigh. Carter couldn’t see it from his angle, but her face was covered by a blue blush as she resumed her travels, pretending nothing had happened as she marched forward. He was however thankful to be removed from the expanding gascloud, only left with one useful thought, “Wild diet probably consists of berries.”
	Carter wasn’t the only one with thoughts racing through their head, the living fertility idol’s mind was ablaze. “I really did it!” she thought, “I really caught a mythical ‘hoo-man’!” Among her tribe, there was an old tale of these “hoo-mans.” It was her favorite story, apparently a fey-like creature that if caught would become the perfect husband. Enamored by the tales, she had instantly recognized the poor creature caught in those vines. If the legends were true, she might even be able to restore her dwindling tribe with this one magical creature alone. She was a little miffed however, having accidentally exposed the treasured find to her unfortunate talent. It might have been tied to the rare genetics that gave her unique color, but the indigenous food of their land never sat well with her stomach. Her sisters would often complain about her raucous emissions, and judging from his wheezing, the hoo-man wasn’t a fan either. Still, it would serve her sisters right, she would march back triumphant with her cute little prize that the gods saw fit to give HER and not them. Regaining her pride, the smile on her face returned as she headed back to her people. She would no longer be the strange outcast, instead a hero.
	Deeper and deeper into the shadowy twists and turns of the jungle they went. Carter was mostly keeping himself calm. While his imprisoner seemed to be kind enough to save him, it was difficult to trust her when she was lugging him around like this. “Maybe she’s just trying to help me, take me somewhere to make sure I’m okay…” However, that wasn’t the only possibility rolling around his head, “She might consider me food for later.” Or worse considering the above average intelligence her species showed in studies, a tribal belief system was possible. “Oh, please don’t tell me I’m going to end up a sacrifice!” Concern growing, he figured maybe the risk wasn’t worth the research, and tried to wrest himself from her grasp again. His struggle was futile however, as the iron grip kept him in place. Instead his attempt was rewarded by a movement of her free hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair surprisingly delicately. The unexpectedly gentle motion calmed him down, but the hearty laugh that followed perplexed him. What Carter didn’t know was that she found his attempts to escape adorable. If the stories were true, she would need to complete the ancient ceremony before he would willingly stay, and she had no intentions of letting him go before then. Still a mite worried, Carter could only sigh, whatever was going on, it looks like he wasn’t going to have a choice.
	Carter lost track of time as the pair made progress through the living labyrinth of vegetation. It was becoming almost as dark as night, not due to the passage of time, but rather the density of the canopy above. Nearing a large rock formation jutting through the ceiling of dark green, he could only wonder, “Is she planning on climbing that thing?” It was practically a small mountain, with such steep sides the vines had trouble climbing more than a dozen feet along its sides. With her head tilted towards the towering pillar, he could only assume she was going to take him to the top. That’s why he was so surprised when instead she charged straight towards the wall of vines at the base. “What the hell is she doing?” Carter muttered, unable to prevent the imminent collision before him. Bracing himself for impact, he only felt the slap of vines pushing past rather than a bone-crunching smash into stone. It still wasn’t great to feel the thick vine smack past him like that, but it beat his expectations. Opening his eyes it became apparent they weren’t climbing the formation. Rather, he found himself in a dark tunnel, probably a naturally formed one, but it was difficult to tell in this darkness. The only light came from cracks between the wall of vines behind them, apparently forming a hardy barrier for the secret passage. In the dim light he could recognize his brightly colored abductor turn to check on him. Was she worried the vines hit him upon entering? But more importantly he was focused on another thought, “Just where is she taking me?”
	No longer able to see as they walked deeper, Carter could only guess how far they traveled. It didn’t take long until a new light source creeped into view. Judging by the round shape, it seemed to be a large boulder blocking an exit. Could they already be on the other side of that huge plateau so quickly? Contemplating the nature of this cave, he was surprised when he felt his kidnapper gingerly set him on the ground. “Huh?” he spoke up, not understanding what was going on. With both her arms now free, she grasped either end of the boulder and pushed. Hearing the scrape of stone against stone slowly ring out the quiet tunnel, Carter considered bolting out the way they came. The wall of darkness however intimidated him, could he find his way back? The curtain of vines obscuring the entrance also seemed difficult to pierce. Creeping forward a little, he stopped in his tracks when he heard a different rumbling.
	Louder than the grinding boulder, an angry gurgling resounded from within the paper white woman preoccupied with the obstacle. Grunting deeply and straining her body to remove the barrier, she couldn’t prevent herself from forcibly ejecting a scorching stream of methane into the narrow space. Carter was absolutely immobilized by the raw cloud of stench roaring out around him. The behemoth fighting for freedom from the confines of her warbling marble ass filled the immediate area easily as she finally got the boulder rolling painfully slow. It was difficult to breath anything but the potent concoction of rotten berries and generous sulfur for Carter, paralyzed by the horrendous smell quickly depleting any nearby oxygen. After what must have been more than ten seconds of unrelenting booty clapping winds, she heaved the heavy boulder fully away with an exaggerated sigh, free of two burdens now. Sheepishly fanning around her massive behind, her mind had temporarily drifted away from her captive. Meanwhile Carter had enough of this eyewatering atmosphere surrounding him. Seeing the sunlight just revealed before him, he took the risk and covered his mouth, swerving around the captor in front of him. He gasped for fresh air in the new open space.
	Catching his breath and clearing his eyes, it took a second for Carter to comprehend his surroundings. In amazement he forgot he was nearly gassed to tears as he marveled at the hidden space before him. The giant rock formation was hollow inside, beneath towering walls at all sides a primitive village was carved into the rock. A fire was burning in the center of the arrangement, small rock huts stood in the area, with multiple cave openings dotting the walls as makeshift homes. His awe turned somewhat to fear as he registered the little thictighs curiously peering their brown heads from behind the huts straight at him. He even heard gasping as a few savelives bent up from whatever they were doing to gawk at the new arrival. Unsure what to do next, he felt himself lifted into the air a second time. Except, instead of being carried like a hostage this time, he was hoisted in the air like a trophy for all to see. Glancing behind him, he could see the unique savelives presenting him was beaming widely. She had managed to bring him all the way back without any major issues. She did take a moment to pause and sniff his head. Wincing, she recognized how much she must have fumigated him back there. However, a sly smirk soon returned to her face, “My scent should keep the sisters from trying to take him at least…”
	Crowding around now, about a dozen of the tribal pokémon surrounded the boulder gated entrance. The little thictighs even tried jumping up to touch him, but the pouting presenter stood on the tips of her toes to raise him higher, childishly resisting sharing her find. Carter was instead too busy theorizing and postulating about the hidden village to pay his captors little struggle any mind. The capacity to build shelters, and even stoke a fire seemed to be far more than his expectations could have foreseen. The colors of the inhabitants confirmed one of his suspicions however, the pale member must be an unlikely anomaly. Looking at the crowd, the sheer number of inhabitants surprised him. It was considered a miracle to discover a single remaining survivor, an entire community was beyond comprehension. Wondering about what culture they might have developed, he reflected on the fact they were truly all female. How did they propagate? Shaken from his train of thought, Carter recognized the sound of strange voices carrying out. Were the savelives communicating, in some kind of language? With his arms no longer restrained he unlatched a notebook and furiously began to take notes. “Danger be damned, I NEED to start writing this all down.”
	After fending off the curious little munchkins, the shiny savelives was able to triumphantly declare, “Prepare the Ritual of Binding” in her native tongue. Understanding the implications, her sisters scattered to gather everything needed. Most stopped believing in the legends of “hoo-mans,” but there was one right before them. It had been centuries since one was supposedly discovered. Still, if the old traditions were true, the ceremony had to be completed. The fate of the tribe could depend on it. Although a few scowled at the notion she was seemingly chosen to discover the creature, most were overjoyed at the realization. Perhaps their tribe would expand once again? Before the little man could react, his finder lowered him into a mighty bear hug. Carter felt like he was going to explode, but mercifully the embrace ended and he was delicately set onto his legs. If the strong squeeze was as friendly as it usually meant in this particular culture, he could breathe easier. Turning around to collect his fallen notebook, he recognized two savelives pushing the boulder back into place. With rising walls at every side, the total lack of escape routes dawned on him. One thing seemed to be an absolute fact right now. This research trip was going to last longer than expected.
	With the whole tribe beginning to hustle and bustle Carter tried to look at everything. In spite of his overprotective ivory watcher, he observed the movement of brightly colored jars and the rearranging of rough pelt rugs. Scribbling pages of notes as fast as he could, he would occasionally be pulled back by his own observer. Especially whenever another savelives would try to size up the new arrival. Whatever was happening, he seemed to be at the center of it. While the thought of a ritual sacrifice hadn’t left his mind, the unusually protective nature of the one that found him reassured him somewhat. This might just be a regular feast that he happened to stumble upon, but if he was lucky it could even be a celebration. “Why would they want to celebrate my arrival?” he thought, before he felt something deposited on his head. Looking up, a big blue fist had just deposited a little flower crown on his head, composed of a rainbow of colorful petals. In fact, she had one on her head now too. He couldn’t help but snicker looking at the tiny ring of flowers atop the warlike blue helmet. She seemed pleased by this response, giving a hard pat on his back. With the wind knocked out of him, he noticed as he caught his breath that none of the others were wearing these little crowns. Maybe it was just a little gift from her personally? It was kind of cute picturing her knotting such little flowers while he wasn’t looking. Surely these pokémon just wanted to welcome him, even if they were unacquainted with modern manners they seemed nice enough.
	It must have taken less than half an hour, but the group had arranged a wide covering of pelt rugs, with a few large ceramic jugs placed at the center. Each was adorned with what looked like crude paintings of wild berries, and little red semicircles. They looked suspiciously like hearts, but Carter wrote off the idea, it was likely just an interesting interpretation of pecha berries. Waiting for the others to partake in whatever they had brought out, he was surprised when the swarming workers who set the display backed off and stared at him expectantly. Unsure where this was going, he felt the marble titan behind him nudge him towards the jugs. She spoke again in her language, Carter couldn’t understand it, but she had declared, “First part of the ritual of binding begins, the couple’s drink.” Proudly she led him towards the containers and knocked off one of the lids. Carter peered inside to see a pulpy concoction of what appeared to be many fermented berries. The technicolor mush smelled sickeningly sweet, “Do they expect me to drink this whole pot?” thought Carter. With an experimental shake of the jug, he noticed just how thick the mixture was with berries, making him question if this was closer to a food or drink. Looking around, he realized only the unique pokémon that brought him here stood on the rugs with him.
	Trying to figure out the significance, he eyed the curious crowd around them. All of them seemed engaged in what they were witnessing. Could this really be so important to them? Looking back to the one closest to him, he watched the pale savelives lift the heavy jug with ease and tip the container towards her mouth. Eagerly she gulped a heavy amount of the mixture for a breath-defying amount of time before lowering the jug from her face. Mouth ringed with bright juices, she paused a moment before stifling a small belch. Grinning down at Carter, she brought the container towards him, tilting it expectantly. “Well, I really don’t want to offend my hosts,” he considered, taking the heavy jug in his arms, straining to support the massive weight. Carefully he tilted the sloshing concoction towards his face before taking a sip. It wasn’t bad! The sheer sweetness tested him, but the berry filled juices were great. Taking a deeper drink, he recognized a familiar aftertaste, but he couldn’t place it. Although it was far more cautious than her’s, Carter took as long of a draw from the jug as he could. He almost jumped when he finally brought the container down, as cheers erupted from the circle around them. “I guess I did it right?” he pondered as the shiny Pokémon clapped her hands excitedly. With his mouth still filled by the syrupy flavor he watched his drinking partner take another heavy swig before lowering it back towards him. He didn’t want to offend but the realization dawned on him, “Please don’t tell me we really do have to consume the whole thing…”
	It must have taken more than an hour, but the more he drank of the strange elixir, the more Carter began to lose track of time. Perhaps if he wasn’t participating in this ritual, he would have noticed the blue blush growing stronger on his new friend, or even the red blush growing across his face. He hadn’t been able to place it, but that familiar aftertaste was something like alcohol, and judging how awkwardly the pair were now passing the container between themselves, it was a generous concentration. They were nearing the bottom of the container at this point, but although Carter felt more than full, it was really his companion that had devoured the majority of the mixture. For her, intoxication wasn’t the only side-effect. Grumbling and swirling, her stomach was churning its own creation with the ample resources she was providing it. However this was her moment, she would remain proud for the ceremony, so other than the occasional fruity burp she held the growing pressure at bay. Pouring the last drops down from the jug, the ivory savelives slammed the jug down, now fully empty. Carter, having lost capacity for astute observations long ago, hardly reacted when the drunk amazon wrapped him in another tight hug. Pressed against her though, he was reminded just how soft she could be. Bloated stomach pushing against him, he could feel the churning forces underneath the unexpectedly supple exterior. Even with her arms nearly crushing him, the added cushioning made it enjoyable for his dazed mind. He felt somewhat disappointed when the embrace finally ended, dropped on the ground as the crowd cheered wildly. “Looks like I uh… I impressed ‘em” he managed to mutter looking at the celebrations taking place.
	What Carter hadn’t realized, was that this was just the first part of the ritual. Although slurred it all sounded indecipherable to him when his drinking partner announced, “Part choo, of the ritshoul, markssss of sealing… Begihn!” Giddily she bounced up to one of the jugs. The design was different on this one, simple blue stripes without any little pictures along the sides. Clumsily she slipped the lid off and revealed a different concoction. This was far thicker, and a solid deep blue. Mercifully for both their full stomachs, this wasn’t food. Instead she plunged a fist into the azure dye and pulled it out still dripping with the substance. Accepting how far out of his depth he was, Carter merely watched as she lumbered over to hold his head still. “What?” was all he managed to say as she brought a finger close to his check, slowly stroking the side. “Hey,” he muttered trying to push her gooey hand away. Instead she pushed his arm back before continuing her strange movements around his face with her slick hand. Still in a stupor, it took him more moments than it should have to piece together he was being painted. Line by line she added swirls and patterns to his arms and face. The best he could come up with as the finger painter worked was that maybe he was being accepted into the tribe. “She did bring me in… but surely they don’t think I look like one of them?” he pondered. He was too tall to be a thictighs, and definitely not wide enough to be a savelives. His rumination however, was interrupted by the sound of tearing fabric. Feeling the air brush past his chest, he swerved around with protests from his painter to see two savelives confusedly remove his now torn explorer’s jacket. Being spun back around by the intoxicated artist at work, he couldn’t see the scramble between tribe members for the tattered rags. Instead he felt her moist hand swerve lower to adorn his chest, the large blue swirls plainly visible to him now.
	Looking down, his growing fondness for this strange culture shown through. Even as hammered as he was, he could only smile wide as he watched these living relics so willingly share their ways of life with him. It was this appreciation that prevented him from reacting in time as a thictighs at the perfect height tore his thick travelling pants in half. The full implications were lost on the drunken explorer, but he still managed a relatively quiet “Hey!” as the pokémon scampered away with half his trousers trailing behind her like a cape, the other half having fallen to the ground. Now long clad in boxers, he motioned to cover up before a blue hand pulled him back. It was time to paint his legs, whether he liked it or not. It wasn’t like he was cold, but just how exposed he had become began to sink into Carter’s head. The eyes around him seemed even more intent to watch him now. One even reached a hand towards his boxers before another slapped it away. He was unable to understand the scolding that followed, but it roughly translated to, “That one’s her job not yours!” The discomfort he felt was palpable as he watched a larger figure lick her lips hungrily. Maybe it was best he just focused on the one decorating him right now. Moving his pupils to look at the hunched over giant preoccupied striping his legs, he watched her do her work. As such a foreigner he couldn’t tell, but she was frustrated with her lines. With a little scowl hidden from her posture she wondered, “How did the ancients do thish, I can hardly keep a gewd line going after the cuppelh’s drink!”
	Regardless of her apprehension, Carter admired the work. When she finished dotting his feet and stood up to her full height, he tried to think of a way to show his appreciation. Fairly certain a thumbs-up wouldn’t translate perfectly, he opted for the only method she had shown him. Doing his best to even partially wrap around her massive thighs, he held the pale giant in a hug. Ecstatic at the reciprocation, she mentally screamed, “The richual really does work, he already liges me!” But she had to control herself, they weren’t even done yet. If the old bedtime stories were true, she must finish the entire ceremony to keep him. “This hoo-man WILL be mine…” she thought, giving a standoffish glare towards her many sisters. Even the exponentially rising pressure in her gut didn’t phase her, she was determined to make this happen. Ignoring the muffled gurgle coming from within her, she waited until he let up his little hug before pulling the paint jar closer. He watched curiously as she pointed him towards the open pot. It took a moment for his mind to interpret her gestures, but he realized with enough pointing she wanted him to reach in as well. “Uh okay…” He spoke up, reaching a hand into the dense mixture.
	Pulling his now deeply blue hand out, he looked quizzically at the impromptu instructor for this ritual. She looked at him and raised her painted hand before punching it forward a few times. Afterwards, she bent forward, presenting those gargantuan pale white cheeks before him. Carter, trying not lose himself in the twin moons before him, set his lagging brain on the task of keeping his lucky interaction streak going. “Well she painted me, maybe I’m supposed to paint her?” Hesitantly he reached out a finger to trace a circle along the curve of her bountiful backside. It was smooth, even softly pushing inward slightly at his touch. While he was beginning to enjoy this new activity, he felt his hand pushed aside as she turned back disapprovingly. This time she opened her palm and pushed her hand forward with even more emphasis. Unsure what she wanted, Carter mimed the motion in the air. Excitedly she shook her head before bending forward again.
	Miming the motion again, he realized just how she intended the paint to be applied. “Oh, oh my.” He squeaked. Steeling himself, he tried to reassure himself about what he was going to do, “This is uh, probably nothing in their culture, just like a handshake maybe…” Flinging his paint covered palm forward, he hit the generous target with a resounding SLAP. She let out a little involuntary squeal as the wobbling sphere became emblazoned with his blue handprint at the dead center. The loud smack was congratulated by the watchers gathered around, but Carter was left shaking his reddened hand. It may have felt soft enough, but essentially smashing your hand into a rock had disadvantages. Still, the jiggling show he was treated to made it worthwhile, and after all the wild cheering he felt like this was the right move. Maybe he was enjoying this cultural exchange too much, even if it could cost him a fractured hand he was wholly invested. His duty wasn’t done however, as the unusually pigmented drinking partner shifted her hips to emphasize the untouched cheek. More than willing to comply, he ignored the ominous growling coming from her before ricocheting a hand across the other awaiting canvas. Only this time her stifled moan was overshadowed by the horrifying wet fart bubbling its way violently past her gelatinous rear. Revolting gas reeking of alcohol and sugar thrown into a burning landfill threw Carter’s hair back and wilted his little flower crown as his reduced reflexes struggled to get him out of the blast zone. Steadily piping out more of her pollution into the air, she struggled against the feeling of relief. The weaking resistance morphed the bubbler into a raging chainsaw ripper. For several more seconds the bombastic release continued, nearly blinding him as he failed to move away, eyes watering in the hot wind and nose hairs melting from the gaseous assault.
	Fortunately enough for him, the agonizing roar suddenly halted, having been forcefully closed with a strained grunt by the gassy pokémon. Her regained control was perhaps too late however, as much of the crowd waved futilely at the air in front of them, some even dispersing for cleaner air. She turned around still fighting her roiling stomach to see her prized catch gagging on the pelt rugs. With intense embarrassment she tried to salvage the situation and wrap him in a hug to make him feel better. Although it was meant with good intentions, this only served to force what little clean air was left in Carter’s lungs out, replaced with the toxic aura currently circulating around her. Still struggling for breath in her arms she sheepishly loosened an arm in an attempt to fan the lingering miasma away, with absolutely zero success. Gasping for untainted oxygen Carter could only wonder, “Is this even uh… part of their tradition?” While he wanted to vomit breathing in this catastrophe, he was moderately comforted by the blue hand doing it’s best to delicately stroke his hair. As he stopped resisting she thinly smiled thinking, “Maybe I didn’t mess this up too bad…” It would take a concerningly long amount of time for the malodorous smell to disperse, but Carter was held in a stiff embrace the whole time, conflicted between the clearly affectionate hold, and his total inability to flee the destroyed atmosphere. Preoccupied with her care, she completely ignored her offended sisters. Besides, the second part of the ritual of binding was completed with his added markings, now she needed only to complete one more step.
	Recovered somewhat from his relatively smaller dosage of exotic booze, and with cleaner air mercifully wafting into the space, Carter was happy when he was let out of her bear hug. He wasn’t angry, but he was desperately trying to rationalize what the meaning behind any of this was. Clearly this one seemed to like him… but why? And for what purpose did this little celebration seemingly focus so much on them specifically? Was this just their way of being nice? Looking down at the painted stripes decorating his body, he stopped to recall just how much it meant to him they were so open to an outsider. Judging from the disappointed demeanor of the crowd when the white mountain next to him erupted, he was guessing that outburst wasn’t planned. Still, he didn’t want his host to feel disheartened. Looking up, he realized she had her partially obscured face buried in her hands. Oh, that wouldn’t do. He could take notes later, now he just wanted to smooth over this “little” mishap. He had to tell himself it was certainly not because of any growing attraction he had for the affectionate golem… even if she had such generous curves, as dangerous as they might be. Quietly he wrapped an arm around her as best he could, resuming the only real way of communicating he knew would work. Carter was startled by the high pitched squeal she emitted almost immediately. He was quickly thrown up into the air as she hopped in place. “I really didunt messh this up! He still likes meeee!” After catching the airborne hoo-man she loudly announced to her remaining observers, “Prepareee the final richual! The rituahl of Progeny!”
	Being carried bridal style into one of the smaller cave chambers ringing the village, Carter was starting to piece together the truth with his clearer head. Those keenly interested stares he had been getting, the way this savelives had been treating him, the absolute lack of males in their species… Beginning to sweat, he tried to calm himself, “I-it’s just a coincidence, speculation, nothing to confirm it.” However his gut reaction was hard to suppress when they arrived into a pelt lined chamber, small torches giving mood lighting to the space. Turning around to consider his options, he watched two large savelives roll another boulder-door over the only way in and out of the chamber. With even less capacity to escape, Carter eyed the only other person in the room nervously. She on the other hand was gazing dreamily through her heavy blue blush, likely formed for multiple reasons at this point. Unsure what he could possibly do, Carter felt himself deposited along a cushiony pelt. While the out of depth researcher was considering what to do, the porcelain white giant was already forming a plan. “The shtories tell of ONE thihng no hoo-man can resist…” Still laying on the fluffed floor, Carter looked back to see the tipsy woman face away from him. “Is she leaving me here?” he thought, before her titanic rear came rushing into his view.
	Effortless the cavernous gulf between her meaty cheeks swallowed Carter’s face, with just enough restraint applied to keep the meteoric crash from harming him. It was largely the sheer size difference that kept her full weight balanced towards her own thighs rather than crushing him, but still Carter felt the bountiful booty pillows engulf his head and squeeze him in place. Even through the remnant musk clinging to his ivory prison, the sensation was astounding. As a researcher he was rarely at a loss for words, so maybe it was the remaining berry drink rolling around, but he found himself inexplicably content with her surprise attack. Unlike her conflicted partner, the pokémon was unabashedly enjoying the newfound feeling, his breathing unintentionally teasing her most sensitive parts. She could only gasp feeling the warm breath against her rapidly moistening opening, “Ooooooh” she cooed. Even under the ample padding around him, Carter could hear an angry guttural churning above him sound out far louder than any noises she had started to make. Reminded of her deathly emissions, unlike the preoccupied pokémon, he roused from his ass-induced stupor. “Get off for a sec!” he tried to call out, but even if she understood his language, she certainly couldn’t understand the muffled speech through the thick white globes pinning him to the ground. Struggling to figure out an escape before this gaseous bomb inevitably went off, he flailed an arm to catch her attention. This was ultimately a mistake for him however, as his only possible targets were the light mounds around him, the force of his desperate movement sent the supple meat quaking. Overcome with the added sensation, his companion loosed a little yelp, absolutely eclipsed by the monster of pent-up flatulence she immediately lost control of.
	Even muffled by Carter’s head, this ghastly explosion practically shook the cave they were inside. The sheer volume stretched her lower ring to it’s limits, rocketing past her lover’s unfortunate face and rapidly filling the small pocket of air trapped between her cheeks. It sounded like a low subwoofer rumbling against the ground, trapping Carter in a superheated wind tunnel. She could only moan deeply at this point, the waves of relief mixing with pleasure, sending her into a dazed dreamlike state. Carter on the other hand was in hell, the stench of sugary sweet brimstone tearing through his respiratory system enveloped him as he choked on the biological smog swirling around his head. The blast just went on and on, only concentrating the overpowering stench inside her unintentional gas chamber. Her moaning became somewhat strained past the ten second mark, the singeing concoction blowing out of her had begun to sting on the way out. Meanwhile her captive was starting to become dazed from the lack of fresh air, the intensifying mixture burning his nose and removing his ability to concentrate. The paint on his face had even begun to run from the intense heat, trickling down his face as he broke into a sweat inside her horrendous sauna.
	The enraptured amazon went on like this for at least another ten seconds before she finally felt the immense release taper off, hissing furiously for a while before fully coming to a stop. She had to wipe a thin stream of drool as she regained herself from the mind-wiping relief. Dreamily, she looked around having forgotten what she was doing. Spotting the now limp arms underneath her, she realized with horror what she had been subjecting her prize to. “By the godsh, did I kihl ‘im!?” Jumping up on her wobbly legs, she could almost see the plume of wretched gas escape into the rest of the chamber. However as she looked down, he wasn’t there anymore. Unable to process where he might have gone, she swiveled around confusedly before she heard a wet squelch and felt a weight fall from her prodigious behind. Swerving around to find the missing man, she finally found Carter. His face was absolutely red from being steam pressed, with a thin coating of blue paint melted around in erratic wind patterns. His eyes were open, but he looked absolutely lifeless. Beginning to panic, she picked up the comatose researcher and lightly shook him, wiping the condensation off his face. After a tense second, he took in an exaggerated breath, “He’sh alive!” she yelled in her slurred native tongue, not caring if he couldn’t understand it. Squeezing her revived partner into a tight hug, she was bouncing on the tips of her toes, overjoyed, even if she was practically crushing what trace of life was left in her little lover. Carter could only sputter as he desperately tried to replace the pollution in his lungs with the relatively less destroyed air around the cavern.  Between coughs he managed to squeak out, “Very... very s-strange customs.” Unfortunately his predicament wasn’t over. Likely brought on by the intimate contact and bouncing weighty derriere, his drunk companion could feel a stiff protrusion against her leg. Carter could only look up in a haze, oblivious to what was happening as she smiled devilishly at him. “Teh anchient technique really doesss work…” she thought, instinctively recognizing the bulge unintentionally prodding her.
	Any thoughts of this being an elaborate method of greeting new visitors were forced out of Carter’s mind as he felt the huge fist invade the interior of his boxers, his last vestige of modesty swiftly tossed aside as she fondled his member. She was rough and inexperienced, but her unrelentingly curious fingers got the best of him. Struggling to rationalize the feelings he was having about the behind bomber playing around with his dick, he figured, “It’s probably better if I go with their culture rather than resist it…” Holding desperately to the pretense of cultural immersion, he stifled a groan as she worked his expanding shaft. Following her lead, he was surprised when she stopped her maneuvering to survey her work, confident with how stiff she had managed to get it. Thinking about how to reciprocate with the massive woman, he felt himself lifted off the ground again, only this time she took special care to guide his pelvis right between her wide thighs. Practically a foot off the ground, his mind was ripped from any potential planning as he felt his twitching member forced into a tight, eager hole. Her dripping walls gripped him desperately. He had to grit his teeth as she titled her head back and moaned primally. With their mutual lust growing, she used her grip to ram him deeper inside of her. The stimulation was almost too much to process for him, it felt strange to be used like a living sex toy like this, but any resistance was eradicated by her vice around his cock. Bringing her face back down to look at her panting lover, Carter was given an idea.
	Even in the fog of passion brought on by his aggressive lover trying to force him as deep as physically possible into her, he decided to bring a little of his own culture to the table. Leaning his head forward, he invaded her mouth with a passionate kiss, stroking the insides of her mouth with his tongue feverishly. It tasted deeply of the sweet syrupy berry mixture they had drank earlier, encouraging his attempts to explore her. She was at first taken aback by his strange oral invasion, but she quickly melted under his eager kissing. He could feel her moan into his mouth before he finally withdrew, once again gasping for air as he relinquished his only method of attack. Overwhelmed by the new sensations, his drunk partner leaned against a rough rock wall as she continued to force him in and out, Carter desperately contributing his own thrusting as her attention drifted to her oncoming orgasm. Feeling himself similarly brought rapidly close to the edge by the wild thrusting, Carter could feel the fiery throbbing well up inside him. Groaning more aggressively than he thought possible, he slammed himself as deep as far as physics would allow between her thick thighs before spurting his overwhelming load inside of her. Feeling his warmth penetrate her core, her walls spasmed around his member as she passionately screamed a stream of words beyond his understanding.
	Sweaty and exhausted, Carter felt himself lowered to the ground as the shuddering giant slumped against the pelt rugs. This may not have been exactly what he was searching for out in the jungle, but in a way, this was better than he could have ever hoped. Looking to the overwhelmed amazon panting in the corner, he couldn’t help but feel glad she was the one that found him. Her little flower crown was even still there, but hanging haphazardly off a horn on her helmet. In that moment he found her just as adorable as she found him. His little moment in the after glow was interrupted however, by a high pitch squeak from beneath his bottom heavy companion. Smiling sheepishly, she sluggishly tried to fan the air around her, a pointless effort in the already tainted chamber they found themselves sealed in for the night.
	Lying his head back down on the pelt, Carter probably would have fallen asleep if a pair of massive milky thighs hadn’t crashed down on his lap a minute later. Looking up at her revived enthusiasm he watched her lean close to his ear. He didn’t have to understand her language to get the meaning of what she whispered next, “The tribeh will neehd more eggsh than that…”